Current New York City darlings Vampire Weekend are indeed worthy of
note. Their starched collar, Paul Simon on safari routine is a sip of
cool lemonade in the city'''s muggy ''"serious indie''" air. But why
does the initial pace of this song make me deathly afraid of a
blog-fueled ska revival? Probably because these guys are
so smooth. I could see Ezra Koenig'''s Britt Daniel croon and
infectious ''"Hey!''" shouting paving the way for a horrific relapse
into wallet chains and dangerous elbow dances if this skanking impulse
is left unchecked. You know people would fall for it.

Vampire
Weekend are too consistently likable for this to be more than a passing
concern. A cool organ breeze and a shifting drum beat save the day,
prohibiting too much snark from being slung at their New York Times
featured, digitally distributed exclusively by Other Music, Columbia
University, golden boy asses. So a little snark, but the class warfare
anti-Strokes kind that has very little to do with the music itself.

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Fun music, but I don't know what the skanking reference is all about... I mean, that ain't ska. Fun, but not ska. BUT... there's nothing wrong with a little skanking. Don't make me break out my 14 hole Doc's and prove my point. 'Cause I will...